Sunglasses, pomade, gravity-defying quiffs, leather jackets, black gloves, check. 50’s music, party atmosphere, gyrating hips and waggling bent knees, chicks in preppy floral dresses, crowding camera-toting tourists- BAM!- welcome to the Tokyo Rockabilly club- Yoyogi chapter.
Showing his gang colors- black, leather.
The Rockabillies have been rocking out Elvis-style at the entrance to Yoyogi for years- certainly in all the 6 I’ve been in the country, and I gather for maybe decades more. They rock, plain and simple. A bunch of yakuza-looking guys just dancing their hip-shaking hearts out to ‘Rockabilly’ music- a mix of rock and roll and hillbilly country.
The baddest of the bad- I’ve seen this guy in photos outside Yoyogi going way back. I took a lot of shots of him, he’s crazy photogenic.
Recently (as far as I’m aware) the leather-wearing Rockabillies were joined by some swing-dancing ladies, the equivalent of Grease’s pink ladies. They’re less awesome than the Rockabillies, but make a nice side-show.
Clapping in time.
Swing out, sister.
Smiles at me? Ha ha, sweet!
But back to the main event- the fightin’ Elvises!
Look at that dome of hair. Amazing.
Watching, waiting for his turn in the center of the makeshift dancin’ ring.
His…. hair….. is….. alive? RUN!
You don’t mean it!
Oh, you do, arrgh!
I am badass.
My turn is coming soon, I can feel it.
This is how you SHAKE IT, come on!
And that’s your lot.
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